Page 92 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

Fuck the twenty questions!

“A delicate one,” I relay direly.

“Motherfucker,” I hear him grumble. “Give me a sec,” he barks.

“Hurry up,” I fume on the opposite side of the door.

“What the fuck?” Kayne demands as he exits the room.

“Just follow me.” I haul ass down the hall. Kayne follows with the same quickness as we fly down one flight of stairs toward Javier’s room.

“That motherfucker dislocated her shoulder,” I explode. “I need help popping it back into place.”

“Son of a bitch,” Kayne spits as we both climb onto the bed. Kayne on Spice’s injured side, me on the other. She looks up at us in distress.

“Okay, baby, we’re going to fix it.” Kayne talks to her serenely as tension radiates off my whole body. I’m glad one of us can keep a level head. Because I’m on the verge of a homicide. “Spice, take a deep breath.” Kayne glances at me. My stare is removed, and my face feels flushed. “Stay with me, brother.” He calls me back.

“I’m here,” I attest, containing the wrath that’s slowly eating away at me.

“Kayne, please,” Spice begs; her voice is so pathetic and small.

“Okay, on the count of three I’m going to pop it back in.” He stares into her eyes. The dark green ones that look exactly like Ellie’s. “One.” He stands and pulls her arm over the edge of the bed. Spice screams and the sound sends serrating chills right down my spine. Kayne waits a few seconds for her muscles to relax before he nods. “Two.” He pulls slow and steady, catching her off guard. She shrieks again as I hold her down and he rolls her arm until we hear her shoulder pop back into place.

As soon as he’s finished she passes out. “It’s okay now. You’re okay.” I kiss her head and caress her hair.

“Where is he?” Kayne asks lividly.

“Gone,” I reply, not even bothering to look at him. I can’t drag my attention away from Spice.

“Gone where?”

“Who cares?” My anger is boiling over.

“I do, and you better, too,” he fumes.

“I heard him say something about wanting acerveza,” I toss out.

“Great, at the local bar, just what we need. A drunk, belligerent, abusive Mexican.” Kayne runs his hands down his face.

Right now, I couldn’t give a fuck where Javier is. If he’s drunk, dead—or if we’re all lucky—falling off a jagged-edged cliff.

I lift Spice off the bed. He’s never getting within an arm’s length of her again.

“I’m taking her to my room. She needs ice. And rest. I’m putting all the other girls on lockdown for the night.”

Kayne nods in agreement. “Is there anyone here?”

“One room is occupied. As soon as Spice is comfortable, they’re getting kicked the fuck out.”

“That should be good for business,” Kayne comments back-handedly.

I shoot him a dangerous look. Now is not the fucking time for sarcasm.

“I need to get back to Ellie,” he pops off. The mere mention of her name chills me out. It reminds meallour girls need extra special attention tonight.

“Fine, go.” I walk toward the door with Jenna limp in my arms.

“Hey.” Kayne yanks me by my shirt. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

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